And some morphine to balance your humors
A little for you, a little for me
I gotta get rid of my ghosts real quick and then we’ll do yours
And now, one for the doctor!
Wakes up a week later alone in his house after having hallucinated treating a patient and saving their lives ... while high on cocaine, fumes from chemicals in his kitchen and a blocked flue in his chimney.
Yeah, so you feel better then? Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope.
Just out of academic curiosity: where could - strictly theoretically - one find such a doctor?
You can find one in the 1800s
Beverly Hills